طَريفاً كانَ مَجدك أَم تليدا

فَقد ألبستهُ شَرَفاً جَديدا

Whether your glory was new or long-standing

You have clothed it with new nobility

وَرثتَ المَجد ثُمَّ بَنيت مَجداً

بِهِ المَجد الأَثيل غَدا مشيدا

You inherited glory then built glory

By which enduring glory became erected

فَإِن فاخَرت كانَ لَكَ اِفتِخارٌ

عَلى الدُنيا وَكُنت بِها الوَحيدا

If you boast, you have reason for boasting

Above the world, being peerless in it

وَفيما تَفخر النبلاء إِلّا

بِما اِكتَسَبت وَإِن وَرثت جُدودا

The nobles boast of nothing

Except what they gained themselves, even if their ancestors were glorious

وَلَيث الغاب لَيسَ يَتيه عزّاً

عَلى الأَقران إِلّا أَن يَصيدا

The forest lion does not wander vainly in pride

Over its peers, unless it hunts prey

أَرى رتب العُلى تَزهو جَمالاً

وَتَسمو حَيث كنت لَها عَميدا

I see the highest ranks beautiful in splendor

And sublime wherever you were their pillar

كَأَجياد الظِباءِ تَزيد حُسناً

إِذا ما الدُرّ قلّدَها عُقودا

Like the graceful gazelles, more beautiful

When necklaces of pearls adorn them

فَحسبك يا أَمين المَجد حلمٌ

مَلَكت بِهِ موالينا عَبيدا

It suffices you, O guardian of glory, the forbearance

By which you possessed our loyal servants

إِذا الدُنيا مَلَكتَ فَلَيسَ بدعا

فَقَد أَوسَعتها كَرَماً وَجودا

If you possessed the world, it would be no wonder

For you have expanded it generously and magnanimously

حَمدتكَ جهدَ حَمدي مِنكَ شَهما

بِكُلّ جَمال منقبةٍ فَريدا

I have praised you as much as my praise allows

For every unique, graceful quality

وَماذا يَزدَهي بِكَ حَمد مِثلي

وَمِثلك مَن حَوى خلقاً حَميدا

What more can the praise of one like me avail you

One whose nature is praiseworthy?

فَعذراً إنّ عجزي غَير خاف

وَإِن أَمدح عُلاك فَلَن تَزيدا

So pardon me if my incapacity is exposed

And if I praise your highness, it can add no more

وَلَكن بَيت مَجدك بَيت مَدحٍ

مَتى ننظم بِهِ نَزن القَصيدا

But the house of your glory is a house of praise

Whenever we compose poetry in it

وَأَنتَ أجلُّ من أَن لا تُهنّا

بعيدٍ كُنت أَنتَ لَديهِ عيدا

You are too great for someone not important

To disparage, if he was once dear to you

فَإِن تَك عيدَ عيد الناس طرّاً

فَلا عَجَباً إِذا كُنت السَعيدا

If you were once the people's holiday

Then no wonder you turn out to be the fortunate one

فَدُم وَلَك الهَناء وإن تضحّي

ضَحاياه فَلا تَزر الحَسودا

Long live your joy, even if

Its sacrifices burden the envious

حباك اللَه كُلّ مَقام عزٍّ

وسدتَ وَحَقُّ مِثلك أَن يَسودا

May God grant you every glorious abode

And you blocked them, as is the right of the dominant